Leonard Kress

EXCISION   In my headlights I see a giant rat scud across the road. Under the unflinching illumination of my high beams, it looms, black...
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Tarfia Faizullah

It must have looked soft to her. That soft. Blacker still, / in Jesus-stained light. Mother gray in fluorescent light, / shaking chopped onions and garlic into the sweating pot.

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